Great Demon

Chapter 1267 The Last Person

The sky-penetrating rays of light penetrated deep into the void, without end.

Among the sky-reaching pillars wrapped in golden light, winding paths from the depths of the void stretched endlessly.

The path twists and turns, looming between the drifting and misty mist.

Suddenly, a sound of cracking the sky exploded, and the figure wrapped in the bright rainbow light strode towards the sky.

This is just the beginning.

The appearance of this person broke the death-like silence of the move, and the continuous sounds of piercing the sky came out one after another. One after another, tall and straight, or burly figures appeared on the countless paths, heading down come galloping.

The road in the beam of light seems to be very close to the ancient city of Wangtian, only separated by the barrier of the beam of light.

However, anyone who has some strong arrows understands that this seemingly fragile barrier blocks the two parties in different spaces.

The distance that seems to be only one step away, but it takes a long time to gallop at high speed.

In the ancient city of Wangtian, countless monks were looking up at the large moving formation in the sky, and countless people's eyes were fixed on the five gray beams of light without blinking.

When the figure wrapped in rainbow light appeared, the city below suddenly boiled.

"Look, someone is out!"

"Hiss! All of them are in the realm of the Immortal Five? It seems that the ten-year struggle has made most Tianjiao have made great progress."

"Look at that man, he has reached the peak of the Immortal Five Sage King? Isn't that comparable to the Supreme Being?!"

"It's such a terrifying power. Wherever this person passes, the void is shaking and unstable, and it is on the verge of collapse..."

After waiting for ten years, countless monks who stayed in Wangtian Ancient City finally ushered in the day when the first battle ended.

The glorious moment of the return of many talents is highly anticipated!

With the exclamation in the ancient city, there was a turmoil of people.The strong men of the two major tribes, the Red Lin Clan and the Silver Horn Clan, looked more and more gloomy.

The pride of other small tribes can be proud of passing the first round of selection with a [-] in [-] chance.

But for the Honglin and Silver Horn tribes who suffered heavy losses, it is already a shame to save one out of ten, let alone almost wipe out the entire army!
Not long after, some Tianjiao figures walked out of the moving formation first, enjoying the cheers in the city proudly.

In the eyes of many monks, being able to come back from the endless abyss alive and hold on to their lives at the end of the first battle is already something to be proud of.

If one can make progress in such a brutal battle for the front, it will be an even more icing on the cake, and it is worth celebrating.

Of course, this is just the Golden Dragon List in the eyes of ordinary monks.

In the eyes of the leaders and elders of all forces, if one more monk under their command returns, it will make their own power stronger.

Even after the first battle, he was eliminated miserably, but compared with ordinary monks, he had a rare extra training process.This process will definitely become the rising capital in the future!

In the past ten years, countless monks in the city have been staring at the huge list day and night, and have witnessed the sad fall of too many talents.

Nearly hundreds of millions of Tianjiao people, after ten years of cruel struggle, only less than 300 million people are left today... How cruel is this elimination rate!

What's more, the only strong players who can advance to the second round are the 10 people who are currently on the list.

Comparing the 10 people to the hundreds of millions of people at the opening, any one who advances deserves the praise of being one in a million.You must know that among the young and strong players participating in the Golden Dragon Ranking, there is not a single one who is not famous and talented!

Being able to stand out from such a crowd is naturally amazing and cheering.

As more and more people walked out of the moving formation, the enthusiastic atmosphere in the ancient city of Wangtian was gradually pushed to a peak, and the sound of cheers and cheers resounded throughout the universe.

When the first well-known Tianjiao figure walked out of the formation, the audience was stunned and immediately burst into an uproar.

"This person is the veteran Tianjiao of the Silver Horn clan. It is said that his status is second only to Gemini! But, why is he so decadent?"

"Decadence? Do the math, how many of the people who walked out of the formation from the opening of the formation to the present are members of the Silver Horn tribe?"

"Hiss! Terrible, they won't..."

"The whole army was almost wiped out! It's no wonder if you're not decadent."

Buzzing voices filled the sky above the ancient city of Wangtian, and the faces of many strong men of the Silver Horn Clan were almost gloomy.

When the leaderboard was finalized, countless monks were shocked, but it was far from the intensity of such an intuitive feeling.

The Silver Horn Clan, one of the three major tribes in the Qingtian Territory, actually really... Until this moment, many rejoicing monks realized that the matter seemed very serious, quite serious!

For a while, the discussion gradually subsided, and the atmosphere of the entire ancient city became quite strange.

All eyes were on the faces of the many strong men of the Silver Horn Clan.

The silent eyes of many monks made the Yinjiao people feel extremely annoyed, and they suffered for a while, wishing to leave Wangtian City immediately.

One of the three strongest tribes in Qingtian Territory, after the first round of selection, the number of people who came back was less than that of a medium tribe. How could they have the face to look down on the world?

Countless monks from all sides of the Qingtian Territory kept silent at this moment, but most of them couldn't help gloating in their hearts.

Over the years, the arrogant behavior of the Silver Horn clan has long dissatisfied the powerful from all sides, but due to the power of the Silver Horn clan, they had no choice but to forbear it.

Now that the Yinjiao tribe has suffered a big somersault, gloating at others' misfortune is unavoidable.

Not far away, the elders of the Honglin Clan also had serious expressions on their faces, and they all remained silent without saying a word.

The Silver Horn Clan suffered heavy losses, the two supreme figures all fell, and their Red Lin Clan was not much better than the Silver Horn Clan.

When the hundreds of surviving members of the Red Lin Clan walked out of the formation, everyone's eyes shifted and fell on the elders of the Red Lin Clan.

The entire ancient city fell silent. Even though there were a lot of talents from all walks of life walking out of the formation, they failed to cause a large-scale commotion. Everyone kept silent in a very tacit understanding.

The monks who were closer to the square could already feel that the pressure between heaven and earth had suddenly increased, forcing them to step back.

The Red Lin Clan Double Sovereigns had been standing for a long time, but as fewer and fewer Hong Lin Clan Tianjiao stepped out of the formation, the faces of the two great immortal-level patriarchs also became gloomy.

The names of those who were eliminated were not kept on the list, so until now, the people in the city still don't know which faction each of the 270 million eliminated Tianjiao belongs to.

In this weird and heavy atmosphere, with the passage of time, the number of Tianjiao who walked out of the big formation has gradually approached 270 million.

Many monks have realized that there may not be many left.

Finally, when Yin Chizi, Taoist Qianli, Jiang Shang, Xia Dang and others walked out of the formation, the expressions of the Red Lin Shuanghuang and Patriarch Bizhong were extremely ugly.

The pale-faced Son of Flame slowly walked out of the formation. The atmosphere outside the formation made his heart tighten.

Countless gazes focused on the back of the Holy Son of Flame, but the person walking at the end was the highest-cultivated Holy Son of Huang Tian, ​​Xia Wushang!

wow——

Countless monks who had been suppressed for a long time were completely boiled.

Xia Wushang, who has the highest cultivation base, has all returned, which means that there is no one behind!
(End of this chapter)